I wrote this today after listening to some of The Shins new album on the way to work. Not sure if it's finished but whatever. Enjoy!
Anatomy
Quiet lives will creep inside
Our solitary sockets
Trapping time and old intangible knives
Inside some ticking lockets.
The dust-borne dreams will hide
The fated fact that growth
Makes even the simplest of cells divide
And spit the sallow yoke.
But the whir of wings within
Will give flight to sinking stones,
Strip fear of all its blood and marrow,
And give you hollow bones.
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